Prison guards need love too

The sound of the cell door opening again awakens you to the darkness of your prison. Torchlight pours in scattered arcs, blocked by dark silhouettes. It's the prison guards, standing at the doorway.

Finally taking a good look at them, you can see their faces, young and beautiful by the standards of humans, wearing their chainmail armor faded and smeared with dirt. A stark contrast from the golden armor worn by the city guards. They're standing there, watching you with lustful eyes.

"Good evening, milady. Care to entertain us for a little party?" One of the guards said with a smirk on his face, eyes roaming down your body and lingering for a while on your breasts.

Your heart sinks as you see a dozen of those Elven guards crowding your little cell. There are so many of them that there's a queue starting to form outside, pulling their cocks out of their trousers and stroking them in preparation.

Their penises are thin and not very long, wrapped in the same white, silky skin as the rest of their fair race. From what you can see, the length of their shafts range from three to five inches. Clearly, girth was not one of the gifts the Gods bestowed upon this 'blessed' race.

But a cock in need is a cock indeed, as four prison guards pin you to the floor and a fifth one spreads your legs and whips out his modest manhood.

"A-haha, 'twould be best if you lay back and enjoy it!" The guard laughs pervertedly.

You scream out in fury as the blond-haired Elf positions his reed-like dick against your pussy. Images of what's to come fill your head as you feel his prick sliding into you. Nightly 'visits' by the prison guards, servicing the entire shift again and again. Forever....

"Ooooh...ah...ahhhh!!"

The whole room is silent for a few moments, trying to let what just happened sink in.

"Um.....did you...?" You ask, letting the question trail off politely.

The guard inside you refuses to answer, face turning beet-red, and quietly extracts himself from you. Looking down, you see creamy-white semen dribbling out of your womanhood, and look back up at him, speechless. Watching him as he turns to leave the room, head hung low, shamefully pulling up his pants around his waist, you almost feel bad for the poor sap.

"Forget him, human." The next guard in line chuckles, "It's my turn now."

He lasts not even half as long as the previous one.

As he pulls his withered dick out of you, you start to see it now...ah yes, the leery grins on their faces starting to slip. The eyes darting left and right nervously. And while no one is saying anything, indeed some are still trying to put up a brave face, they're all asking themselves the same thing: Are we all going to finish that fast?

The third guard seals the deal, lasting not more than five seconds.

The entire ordeal is not so much physically draining as it is a huge embarassment for both you and the prison guards. Each guard of this so-called 'prison gangbang' is like a pubescent teenager to you, shooting their load after a few thrusts, some cumming from just insertion. Maybe it's just because they've never done it with a human woman, but rumors of the Elven males having frail constitution appear well-founded.

There are a few that are brave enough to come for a second try. You usually give the re-contenders about 15 seconds, which is actually quite generous. You think one of the guards lasted a whole minute, but you can't be certain because you had fallen asleep for a short while.

Soon, you start fucking aggressively out of complete boredom, and the dropout rate starts to shoot up through the roof. With a cock in each hand, one in your mouth, one in your pussy, and sometimes one in your ass, the guards are leaving four or five at a time. Some of them are ashamed. Some of them are angry and come back for a second or maybe even a third time. Some of them are even confused. But none of them can say that they weren't satisfied.